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Summary: What would Qui-Gon be like before Xanatos scarred his sensitive heart by betrayal? How did the young Qui-Gon act....and how did he learn to become such an apt, patient teacher? Was he always like that? Was he trusting before Xanatos?
Legacy of Peace: The Beginning
Ch. 1
"Ready, he is,"Yoda said.
The Jedi Master Lu-Un, another leading member of the Jedi Council, nodded. "I will speak with Mace Windu, you may handle Qui-Gon,"the tall, muscular human male said.
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Qui-Gon Jinn strode down the halls of the Jedi Temple. The 27 year old's clear blue gaze swept the place he looked on as home, taking in every inch of the scene. He did not allow himself to be caught up in the beauty of the place he loved. He had a meeting with Master Yoda. The small Master had betrayed no emotion, as usual, in his call. He had just merely requested Qui- Gon's presence.
Qui-Gon strode into the Council Room. He walked up to the diminuitive, yet powerful and respected, Jedi Master Yoda. He gave a graceful bow and took a seat cross-legged beside Yoda. Yoda gave a nod of greeting to the tall Jedi. "A great honor, I must speak to you about,"Yoda began, "For years, the Jedi have thrived. Time, it is for you to help in continuing this. Take a Padawan, you are ready to."
Qui-Gon nodded. Conflicting emotion rose within him. Excitement at the thought of aiding another in becoming a Jedi. Fear at failing. Worry that he would be unable to complete the task. The small Jedi Master seemed to sense Qui-Gon's thoughts. "Fret, you should not. A natural aptitude for teaching, you have. Confident, I am in your abilities,"Yoda said. Qui-Gon gave a faint smile. "Thank you, Master Yoda,"he said, his midnight blue eyes sparkling. Qui-Gon stood as he was dismissed. Yoda put a hand up to keep him from leaving just yet. "Be watching the students, you should,"Yoda advised, then let Qui-Gon go.
Qui-Gon's long strides took him from the Jedi Council Room quickly. His subconscious eventually took him to the lightsaber training hall. He strode into the large room to see initiates battling in the art of the lightsaber. He stood there, looking down from a large observation balcony that ran around the room.
"Hey, old friend,"Mace Windu said, interrupting Qui-Gon from his thoughts.
Qui-Gon turned in surprise to see his friend standing there next to him. It had been so long since the two of them had been at the Temple at the same time. "Hey, Mace!! Good to see you,"Qui-Gon said, hugging his friend.
Mace smiled, returning the embrace. He pulled at Qui-Gon's hair, which was now shoulder length. "You always said that you would get rid of that Padawan style buzz cut,"he commented.
"Well, you're the one with the hair loss problem,"Qui-Gon retorted, murmuring a question about whether his friend waxed his head, pointing at Mace's shiny, bald head. The dark skinned human shook his head, the smile not fading from his face, nor his dark brown eyes. "Well, what brings you to the Temple?"
"Yoda thinks it's time I take on a Padawan,"Qui-Gon replied, his smile fading a little into seriousness.
Mace nodded. "Same here. I have my eye on one already. Her name is Depa Billaba," Mace said, pointing down to a dark haired human female down on the floor.
Qui-Gon nodded, his midnight blue gaze surveying the floor, also. Suddenly, Yoda's voice drifted up to them. "Come down here, you should," the small, yet respected, Master called. Qui-Gon nodded and the two Jedi walked down to where Yoda stood.
"I'm guessing that meddling troll wants a hand in our viewing the apprentices,"Mace murmured dryly.
"Heard that, I did,"Yoda said, 'hmmphing' indignantly.
Mace gave a bow. "Heard what, Master Yoda?" His brown gaze looked completely innocent. Qui-Gon put a hand over his mouth to stifle an amused grin. "A troll, I am not,"Yoda said, whacking Mace across the shin with his gimmer stick. Mace gave a small yelp, his hand going to his injured shin. Yoda waved his gimmer stick in warning at Qui-Gon, who bowed and remained silent.
Around them, students warmed up in preparation for battle, some with their own lightsaber set to lower power, others with a training saber. The more advanced students would power there lightsabers down lower, but not as low as the other initiates; where the blow dealt would leave a searing, painful burn, but since they were more advanced, it rarely hit that hard.
In the center ring, two of the more advanced students in the lightsaber battled intensely, their concentration on each other...or so it appeared.
One of the combatants looked to outweigh the other by about 20 lbs, him being a tall, muscular boy. His dark hair was cut Padawan style, with a braid, meaning he was there to merely test the students and be a visual aid.
The other fighter was a short, slender girl that looked to be around the age of 13. Her light brown hair hung in a half-ponytail down her back, her pale blue eyes flashing. Her lithe form looked far from imposing, but her swift moves made for a challenging opponent, despite her size. Though her body darted from side to side to avoid and block the blows from her opponent, her eyes seemed distant. Her concentration seemed divided. Qui-Gon could sense turmoil leaking through her mental shields as she fought.
Yoda turned his gaze to where Qui-Gon's eyes had fallen in the center ring. The small Jedi Master allowed himself a small smile. Master and Apprentice would find one another soon enough.
As they watched, the battle continued. The girl leapt to the side, evading the Padawan's advances once again. The Padawan gave a sudden attack, his lightsaber reversing direction. The slender girl did not have the concentration to dodge or block that one. Her opponents orange blade scorched the flesh just below her neck, tracing her collarbone and shoulderblade, signaling a killing blow. The girl gave a small yelp of pain, then bowed to her opponent. The Padawan returned the bow, telling her she had fought well.
Yoda called the students in to gather around him. The girl pulled her tunic closer around her neck, an almost undetectable movement....almost. Qui-Gon raised an eyebrow slightly as he saw the girl make the move, but said nothing. Yoda spoke softly, dismissing the class. He thanked the Padawan, who left. The students slowly trickled out of the training room, leaving with friends.
"A Padawan, do you have any ideas on?" Yoda poked Qui-Gon with his cane, a wise look in his eyes.
Qui-Gon shrugged. "I got some vague impressions on the students abilities,"he said neutrally. It wasn't that Master Yoda annoyed him. He just didn't want the prying troll playing favorites and pushing a student onto him. Yoda nodded, a small smile on his face as he turned to leave.
Qui-Gon strode over to Mace, who had just finished speaking with the initiate Depa Billaba. The initiate walked away with a smile, looking as though she could barely control her excitement. "What did you do? She looks thrilled,"Qui-Gon commented, watching the dark haired girl walk away. "I asked her to be my Padawan,"Mace replied, unable to keep the smile off his face as he watched the jaunty pace of his new Padawan. "And that thrills her?" Qui-Gon smiled in amusement at his own sarcastic remark. Mace ignored the sarcasm and nodded.
Mace glanced down at his chronometer. "I think it's best I go inform the Council of my decision on a Padawan. I will see you later, my friend,"Mace said, turning to leave. Qui-Gon bid his friend goodbye and walked aimlessly from the training room, deep in thought.
An image kept popping into his mind. The distracted look in the young girl's eyes would not leave him. He could not help but wonder what caused the pain that leaked through her mental shielding as she fought.
His feet took him to the Room of a Thousand Fountains. The calm, serenity of the waterfalls and gardens swirled so thick around him that it was almost a physical presence. As he wandered slowly through the usually soothing room, he felt a slight disturbance in the serenity around him. Qui-Gon looked around with his eyes, as well as the Force.
He followed his senses behind a large rock. Between the rock and the large waterfall, was a small space. Inside that space, was a young girl. As Qui-Gon neared, he could see it was the young girl he had seen sparring earlier that day. She was sitting, crouched in a meditative posture, but he could sense that her efforts of gaining peace were futile.
He wanted to stay and find out what was wrong, what was disturbing her so, but he did not want to get involved. Qui-Gon turned to leave, not wanting to disturb her, but something stopped him. Traces of physical pain leaked through her mental shields. That was what held him back from leaving. The memory of the lightsaber burn she had acquired earlier, but had done so well in hiding tugged at his mind.
He moved forward, gracefully kneeling down to her eye level. The young girl's pale, crystalline eyes opened as she sensed the presence of the intruder. "Hello, young one. Are you all right?" Qui-Gon's midnight blue gaze was concerned as he looked at the young girl before him. Instead of an answer, he received a question as the young girl tucked her knees protectively up to her chest, carefully avoiding use of her left shoulder and arm, "Who are you?"
"I'm Qui-Gon Jinn. If you don't mind me asking, who are you?"
The girl hesitated for a moment, but spoke. "I'm Lenna Su'aLorn and I'm perfectly fine,"she replied softly. Qui-Gon nodded. "Not from where I'm standing, young one. The physical pain you have must amount to something,"he said in a gentle tone. Lenna did not reply, just closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
He moved forward, pulling the tunic away from her shoulder so he could better see the burn she had carefully concealed earlier. Lenna made no move to stop him, so he continued to check her injury. The flesh she had shown Master Yoda of the burn was pink, yet beyond that, there was a marred, angry burn that needed a healer's care.
Qui-Gon gently caressed the burn. Lenna winced, but made no move of protest. Qui-Gon put a hand on her good shoulder, urging her to come with him. "It is time you sought medical attention, Lenna,"Qui-Gon said. A small tear came from below her closed eyelid. She hastily swiped at it, clearing the sign of emotion from her face.
Qui-Gon's concern mounted as he saw the tear. He sensed something deeper, below her physical wound, that had caused the tears in her eyes. Lenna opened her eyes, her crystalline eyes betraying what her facial expression would not. Deep emotional pain ran in her heart. She quickly evaded his gaze, standing beside him. Qui-Gon walked Lenna to the healing ward, making sure she went there, and nowhere else.
As they walked, Qui-Gon could not help but wonder what tormented Lenna so much. She looked so young to be carrying such emotional scars. Something tugged at his heart, making him wish to the heavens that he could help the young girl.
Once Lenna was admitted to the healing ward, Qui-Gon had to almost physically tear himself from the healer's ward. He needed to speak with Master Yoda concerning Lenna's emotional pain. A fatherly concern flickered inside of him for the young girl that Qui-Gon had never felt before.
Yoda was exiting the Council Room when Qui-Gon found him. "Master Yoda, there is an important matter I must speak with you about--"Qui-Gon began, but a wave of Yoda's hand cut him off. The small Jedi Master motioned for Qui-Gon to enter the now deserted Council Room.
The two Jedi took a seat. "Master, I am concerned for a student here. Lenna Su'aLorn keeps a great deal of emotional pain inside of her. I found her there, in the meditation gardens. The only sign of emotional pain she would show was one tear--"Qui-Gon began, but was once again cut off by Yoda.
"Shown her grief to no one else, she has,"Yoda stated bluntly.
Grief? Grief was not a strong enough term to describe the agony he saw in Lenna's eyes. "What happened to her, Master Yoda?"
"Been a Padawan, before, she has. Chosen at the age of 10, she was. Her Master was Nicquon Davil,"Yoda began, "on a mission one year ago, her Master turned to the dark side, revealing that he was a Sith. He turned his blade on his own apprentice, severing the Padawan braid she had grown for 3 years. A hard burden, that is to bear at the tender age of 13. Now, at 14, she is still dealing with the scars of a hard past."
Qui-Gon's eyes widened. A 14 year old, have to deal with the betrayal of someone close to them?
"Showed her grief to you, she did, hmm?"
Qui-Gon nodded. "Help her, you can, if open up to you that much, she did,"Yoda said. "I don't know about that, Master Yoda. Maybe a more experienced Master, but not me,"Qui- Gon said uncertainly.
"Tried, they have! Locked up to me, she even is! Your feelings betray you. Sense a deep concern for her in you, I do,"Yoda said, a sad note in his voice as he stated the hopelessness of earlier tries.
Qui-Gon let the tale of Lenna's life roll around in his mind. The concern and caring he felt for her in the Room of a Thousand Fountains grew as he thought of the reason for her turmoil. Yoda's words echoed in his mind, 'Help her, you can.' Qui-Gon looked up. "Should I take her on as my Padawan?"
"Your choice, it is alone,"Yoda said with a small shrug, standing to leave the Council room. The small Jedi Master exited the Council Room with a small smile on his face. Finally, Master and Padawan would be brought together. Not even Lenna and Qui-Gon, two of the most stubborn Jedi he had trained, could evade the will of the Force.
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Well...that is the first chapter of the tale that began it all.....Qui-Gon's first apprentice!
Is the fic good, bad, ugly, fantastic, okay? Lemme hear your opinion in a review...of course, I don't want to hear I suck...just some constructive criticism...or something nice!
I hope you enjoyed this fic I have begun!
please Read and REVIEW!!!!!!!!!
This is me, signing out for now,
Lina Skye
::.....::means telepathic messages
((......))means my thoughts on storyline or whatever-situation-I-place-the-character- in....anyway.....enjoy!!!!
Summary: What would Qui-Gon be like before Xanatos scarred his sensitive heart by betrayal? How did the young Qui-Gon act....and how did he learn to become such an apt, patient teacher? Was he always like that? Was he trusting before Xanatos?
Legacy of Peace: The Beginning
Ch. 1
"Ready, he is,"Yoda said.
The Jedi Master Lu-Un, another leading member of the Jedi Council, nodded. "I will speak with Mace Windu, you may handle Qui-Gon,"the tall, muscular human male said.
* * * * * * * * *
Qui-Gon Jinn strode down the halls of the Jedi Temple. The 27 year old's clear blue gaze swept the place he looked on as home, taking in every inch of the scene. He did not allow himself to be caught up in the beauty of the place he loved. He had a meeting with Master Yoda. The small Master had betrayed no emotion, as usual, in his call. He had just merely requested Qui- Gon's presence.
Qui-Gon strode into the Council Room. He walked up to the diminuitive, yet powerful and respected, Jedi Master Yoda. He gave a graceful bow and took a seat cross-legged beside Yoda. Yoda gave a nod of greeting to the tall Jedi. "A great honor, I must speak to you about,"Yoda began, "For years, the Jedi have thrived. Time, it is for you to help in continuing this. Take a Padawan, you are ready to."
Qui-Gon nodded. Conflicting emotion rose within him. Excitement at the thought of aiding another in becoming a Jedi. Fear at failing. Worry that he would be unable to complete the task. The small Jedi Master seemed to sense Qui-Gon's thoughts. "Fret, you should not. A natural aptitude for teaching, you have. Confident, I am in your abilities,"Yoda said. Qui-Gon gave a faint smile. "Thank you, Master Yoda,"he said, his midnight blue eyes sparkling. Qui-Gon stood as he was dismissed. Yoda put a hand up to keep him from leaving just yet. "Be watching the students, you should,"Yoda advised, then let Qui-Gon go.
Qui-Gon's long strides took him from the Jedi Council Room quickly. His subconscious eventually took him to the lightsaber training hall. He strode into the large room to see initiates battling in the art of the lightsaber. He stood there, looking down from a large observation balcony that ran around the room.
"Hey, old friend,"Mace Windu said, interrupting Qui-Gon from his thoughts.
Qui-Gon turned in surprise to see his friend standing there next to him. It had been so long since the two of them had been at the Temple at the same time. "Hey, Mace!! Good to see you,"Qui-Gon said, hugging his friend.
Mace smiled, returning the embrace. He pulled at Qui-Gon's hair, which was now shoulder length. "You always said that you would get rid of that Padawan style buzz cut,"he commented.
"Well, you're the one with the hair loss problem,"Qui-Gon retorted, murmuring a question about whether his friend waxed his head, pointing at Mace's shiny, bald head. The dark skinned human shook his head, the smile not fading from his face, nor his dark brown eyes. "Well, what brings you to the Temple?"
"Yoda thinks it's time I take on a Padawan,"Qui-Gon replied, his smile fading a little into seriousness.
Mace nodded. "Same here. I have my eye on one already. Her name is Depa Billaba," Mace said, pointing down to a dark haired human female down on the floor.
Qui-Gon nodded, his midnight blue gaze surveying the floor, also. Suddenly, Yoda's voice drifted up to them. "Come down here, you should," the small, yet respected, Master called. Qui-Gon nodded and the two Jedi walked down to where Yoda stood.
"I'm guessing that meddling troll wants a hand in our viewing the apprentices,"Mace murmured dryly.
"Heard that, I did,"Yoda said, 'hmmphing' indignantly.
Mace gave a bow. "Heard what, Master Yoda?" His brown gaze looked completely innocent. Qui-Gon put a hand over his mouth to stifle an amused grin. "A troll, I am not,"Yoda said, whacking Mace across the shin with his gimmer stick. Mace gave a small yelp, his hand going to his injured shin. Yoda waved his gimmer stick in warning at Qui-Gon, who bowed and remained silent.
Around them, students warmed up in preparation for battle, some with their own lightsaber set to lower power, others with a training saber. The more advanced students would power there lightsabers down lower, but not as low as the other initiates; where the blow dealt would leave a searing, painful burn, but since they were more advanced, it rarely hit that hard.
In the center ring, two of the more advanced students in the lightsaber battled intensely, their concentration on each other...or so it appeared.
One of the combatants looked to outweigh the other by about 20 lbs, him being a tall, muscular boy. His dark hair was cut Padawan style, with a braid, meaning he was there to merely test the students and be a visual aid.
The other fighter was a short, slender girl that looked to be around the age of 13. Her light brown hair hung in a half-ponytail down her back, her pale blue eyes flashing. Her lithe form looked far from imposing, but her swift moves made for a challenging opponent, despite her size. Though her body darted from side to side to avoid and block the blows from her opponent, her eyes seemed distant. Her concentration seemed divided. Qui-Gon could sense turmoil leaking through her mental shields as she fought.
Yoda turned his gaze to where Qui-Gon's eyes had fallen in the center ring. The small Jedi Master allowed himself a small smile. Master and Apprentice would find one another soon enough.
As they watched, the battle continued. The girl leapt to the side, evading the Padawan's advances once again. The Padawan gave a sudden attack, his lightsaber reversing direction. The slender girl did not have the concentration to dodge or block that one. Her opponents orange blade scorched the flesh just below her neck, tracing her collarbone and shoulderblade, signaling a killing blow. The girl gave a small yelp of pain, then bowed to her opponent. The Padawan returned the bow, telling her she had fought well.
Yoda called the students in to gather around him. The girl pulled her tunic closer around her neck, an almost undetectable movement....almost. Qui-Gon raised an eyebrow slightly as he saw the girl make the move, but said nothing. Yoda spoke softly, dismissing the class. He thanked the Padawan, who left. The students slowly trickled out of the training room, leaving with friends.
"A Padawan, do you have any ideas on?" Yoda poked Qui-Gon with his cane, a wise look in his eyes.
Qui-Gon shrugged. "I got some vague impressions on the students abilities,"he said neutrally. It wasn't that Master Yoda annoyed him. He just didn't want the prying troll playing favorites and pushing a student onto him. Yoda nodded, a small smile on his face as he turned to leave.
Qui-Gon strode over to Mace, who had just finished speaking with the initiate Depa Billaba. The initiate walked away with a smile, looking as though she could barely control her excitement. "What did you do? She looks thrilled,"Qui-Gon commented, watching the dark haired girl walk away. "I asked her to be my Padawan,"Mace replied, unable to keep the smile off his face as he watched the jaunty pace of his new Padawan. "And that thrills her?" Qui-Gon smiled in amusement at his own sarcastic remark. Mace ignored the sarcasm and nodded.
Mace glanced down at his chronometer. "I think it's best I go inform the Council of my decision on a Padawan. I will see you later, my friend,"Mace said, turning to leave. Qui-Gon bid his friend goodbye and walked aimlessly from the training room, deep in thought.
An image kept popping into his mind. The distracted look in the young girl's eyes would not leave him. He could not help but wonder what caused the pain that leaked through her mental shielding as she fought.
His feet took him to the Room of a Thousand Fountains. The calm, serenity of the waterfalls and gardens swirled so thick around him that it was almost a physical presence. As he wandered slowly through the usually soothing room, he felt a slight disturbance in the serenity around him. Qui-Gon looked around with his eyes, as well as the Force.
He followed his senses behind a large rock. Between the rock and the large waterfall, was a small space. Inside that space, was a young girl. As Qui-Gon neared, he could see it was the young girl he had seen sparring earlier that day. She was sitting, crouched in a meditative posture, but he could sense that her efforts of gaining peace were futile.
He wanted to stay and find out what was wrong, what was disturbing her so, but he did not want to get involved. Qui-Gon turned to leave, not wanting to disturb her, but something stopped him. Traces of physical pain leaked through her mental shields. That was what held him back from leaving. The memory of the lightsaber burn she had acquired earlier, but had done so well in hiding tugged at his mind.
He moved forward, gracefully kneeling down to her eye level. The young girl's pale, crystalline eyes opened as she sensed the presence of the intruder. "Hello, young one. Are you all right?" Qui-Gon's midnight blue gaze was concerned as he looked at the young girl before him. Instead of an answer, he received a question as the young girl tucked her knees protectively up to her chest, carefully avoiding use of her left shoulder and arm, "Who are you?"
"I'm Qui-Gon Jinn. If you don't mind me asking, who are you?"
The girl hesitated for a moment, but spoke. "I'm Lenna Su'aLorn and I'm perfectly fine,"she replied softly. Qui-Gon nodded. "Not from where I'm standing, young one. The physical pain you have must amount to something,"he said in a gentle tone. Lenna did not reply, just closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
He moved forward, pulling the tunic away from her shoulder so he could better see the burn she had carefully concealed earlier. Lenna made no move to stop him, so he continued to check her injury. The flesh she had shown Master Yoda of the burn was pink, yet beyond that, there was a marred, angry burn that needed a healer's care.
Qui-Gon gently caressed the burn. Lenna winced, but made no move of protest. Qui-Gon put a hand on her good shoulder, urging her to come with him. "It is time you sought medical attention, Lenna,"Qui-Gon said. A small tear came from below her closed eyelid. She hastily swiped at it, clearing the sign of emotion from her face.
Qui-Gon's concern mounted as he saw the tear. He sensed something deeper, below her physical wound, that had caused the tears in her eyes. Lenna opened her eyes, her crystalline eyes betraying what her facial expression would not. Deep emotional pain ran in her heart. She quickly evaded his gaze, standing beside him. Qui-Gon walked Lenna to the healing ward, making sure she went there, and nowhere else.
As they walked, Qui-Gon could not help but wonder what tormented Lenna so much. She looked so young to be carrying such emotional scars. Something tugged at his heart, making him wish to the heavens that he could help the young girl.
Once Lenna was admitted to the healing ward, Qui-Gon had to almost physically tear himself from the healer's ward. He needed to speak with Master Yoda concerning Lenna's emotional pain. A fatherly concern flickered inside of him for the young girl that Qui-Gon had never felt before.
Yoda was exiting the Council Room when Qui-Gon found him. "Master Yoda, there is an important matter I must speak with you about--"Qui-Gon began, but a wave of Yoda's hand cut him off. The small Jedi Master motioned for Qui-Gon to enter the now deserted Council Room.
The two Jedi took a seat. "Master, I am concerned for a student here. Lenna Su'aLorn keeps a great deal of emotional pain inside of her. I found her there, in the meditation gardens. The only sign of emotional pain she would show was one tear--"Qui-Gon began, but was once again cut off by Yoda.
"Shown her grief to no one else, she has,"Yoda stated bluntly.
Grief? Grief was not a strong enough term to describe the agony he saw in Lenna's eyes. "What happened to her, Master Yoda?"
"Been a Padawan, before, she has. Chosen at the age of 10, she was. Her Master was Nicquon Davil,"Yoda began, "on a mission one year ago, her Master turned to the dark side, revealing that he was a Sith. He turned his blade on his own apprentice, severing the Padawan braid she had grown for 3 years. A hard burden, that is to bear at the tender age of 13. Now, at 14, she is still dealing with the scars of a hard past."
Qui-Gon's eyes widened. A 14 year old, have to deal with the betrayal of someone close to them?
"Showed her grief to you, she did, hmm?"
Qui-Gon nodded. "Help her, you can, if open up to you that much, she did,"Yoda said. "I don't know about that, Master Yoda. Maybe a more experienced Master, but not me,"Qui- Gon said uncertainly.
"Tried, they have! Locked up to me, she even is! Your feelings betray you. Sense a deep concern for her in you, I do,"Yoda said, a sad note in his voice as he stated the hopelessness of earlier tries.
Qui-Gon let the tale of Lenna's life roll around in his mind. The concern and caring he felt for her in the Room of a Thousand Fountains grew as he thought of the reason for her turmoil. Yoda's words echoed in his mind, 'Help her, you can.' Qui-Gon looked up. "Should I take her on as my Padawan?"
"Your choice, it is alone,"Yoda said with a small shrug, standing to leave the Council room. The small Jedi Master exited the Council Room with a small smile on his face. Finally, Master and Padawan would be brought together. Not even Lenna and Qui-Gon, two of the most stubborn Jedi he had trained, could evade the will of the Force.
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Well...that is the first chapter of the tale that began it all.....Qui-Gon's first apprentice!
Is the fic good, bad, ugly, fantastic, okay? Lemme hear your opinion in a review...of course, I don't want to hear I suck...just some constructive criticism...or something nice!
I hope you enjoyed this fic I have begun!
please Read and REVIEW!!!!!!!!!
This is me, signing out for now,
Lina Skye